Luyện nghe bài hát Real One - Ice-T

The one
The one

Only the can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred dollar billers and niggas
Bitches with figures, telekinesis in my mind
Make my shine then I blind, niggas

Pussy perpetrators and playa haters
They can't fade us we two are the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of and kiss the karats

A wrist of baggage for all the maggots
up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw
off the key, hundred percent G

Who's it down on Miami's behalf?
of the nickel pooch and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's
The real is stamped on the bag when the is dealt
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, nigga,

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the with the gangsta lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, nigga,

It's '98, playa, your game
Make them young boys respect your name
Keep your at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin', rock you

Watch back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the that got the playa hater venom
I wanna take 'em and lay slugs up in 'em

But that's trippin', and ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and to rob a port
I sip my on the street, bump my beats
That's when I'm my dub, can't nobody compete

Imagine this, hundred G Lex on your
this, about 10 karats on your fist
Imagine this, all dime on your list
Huh, shit would be nice but your name ain't Ice

Nigga and screw the silencer on, rock you softly
How you gonna to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, and records and tours
So many buses in Versace, I don't it no more

my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on this cut"
I said, "Shoot me the or you can come too
Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in whole Crew"

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the with the gangsta lean
The real one, What?
The one, huh, nigga what?

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene with the gangsta
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, what?
(The one)

I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the
And try to keep it till I die or get killed
So I can sit and kick it, write my own ticket
Livin' lavish of trickin' and big dickin'

Seein' the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' to perfection
with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes defended, get caught, do the sin

There's politickin' in the 600, and blunted
That's how we front it but you wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin',
Got my bitch at home C sackin', got my stackin'

Parlay, playin' link, cubin' cable
bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how done
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the one
(The one)

Gat in the back, top
Real one on the scene with the lean
The real one, huh?
The real one, huh, nigga

Gat in the back, top
one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The one, huh? What?
The real one, huh, nigga

Oh, you're fuckin' with the one
Yes, you are, yes, you are, oh,
I'm the one, yeah, the real one
Said the real one, real one, one